Mister Fear

Mister Fear

    My name is Jimmy McIntosh, and today I'm going to share a story of the man in the white suit, "Mister Fear".

   It was an ordinary day in my life; I was hanging out with a few friends that afternoon, but what came that evening haunts me to this day. His arrival was like that of a circus performer, "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Prepare to be astounded by the most wonderful performance you shall ever witness! From the greatest of all performers, Mister Fear!", he seemed a bit off base with reality, as if years of a laughing gas addiction had taken its toll on his mind. His appearance was basic, a white suit with a red tie, but the thing that stood out was the slender black top hat that sat slightly slanted to the right of the crown of his head. His face however was covered by a performer's mask, allowing only his eyes to be seen.
   "Alright, pal, who the hell are you?", Joseph chimed in after a short period of silence. "You don't listen too well, do ya, kiddo? I'm the incredible, the astounding, the magnificent Mister Fear! And today I'm here to play a game with you marvelous adolescents.", he chuckled as he finished the statement. "Game, huh? Lets play!", Charlie was always the over-confident one of the group. "Ahh, a contestant. Step right up!", a spot light from nowhere shone down on Charlie. "The game is simple. I will ask you one simple question, if you answer correctly you live, but answer incorrectly and you die.", Mister Fear was just as cocky as Charlie. "Die?! As if! Bring it, Freak!", Charlie sneered at the man. "The question is this: What gets wetter the more it dries?", he questioned Charlie calmly. "Uhh.. Uhm.. I don't know", Charlie stammered. As those words crossed his lips his fate was sealed. He'd begun to choke on the air he had been breathing.
   At this point Jason ran for the door to only find it barred shut. "An escape artist, huh? Escape from this!", Mister Fear said, and with a gesture of his hand the bars twisted around his neck cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. A similar process continued for the remaining six of my friends.
   "I'll be back. Gotta hit the can", I lied knowing my fate lied in the two minutes I could escape the room. "You are the next contestant! Hurry back or be disqualified. He chuckled and the bars opened so I could leave the room. I scrambled to find something to end this game, only to find a three inch pocket knife in a junk drawer. I slid the knife into my pocket and returned to the room. After entering, the bars twisted back across the door in a twisted web of iron. "Ahh! Our contestant! You have the same question my friend. What gets wetter as it dries?", the knife seemed to burn in my pocket and I stepped toward the twisted jester in front of me. "A towel. You smile as you murder the innocent, do you smile as you die?", I asked pulling the knife from my pocket and in one swift motion driving it into his stomach.
   His blood was not red, but a deep black, like the night sky. A twisted grin curled across his face. "You win, but you cannot kill fear my boy. I will always reside in your mind.", he choked out. A thin trickle of blood fell down his chin and onto his glowing white pants. Moments later he let out a laugh and through the blood accumulated in his mouth he said, "That's the end of my show everyone."

Space: The First Destination

Space: The Endless Question

    In all my years I have come to realize a few things about the great black abyss that we know as outer space. It goes on forever in every direction; which means as much as we would like to be the center of the universe, we aren't. Sure, I seems harsh to say that the Earth and all its inhabitants are a meaningless speck of dust on the massive kitchen floor that is our universe. This year I have a science teacher who is a self-proclaimed "totally radical dude". He is still working toward his doctorate in Physics; I only mention it because once he has it, he will be Doctor Woods. That created a laugh of immaturity, that I didn't realize I still had.

   He is a genius when it comes to almost everything in science. He also moonlights in blowing the minds of all his students day after day. Today he said that if you attached a huge mirror to the front of a rocket ship and took it to the edge of the observable universe then looked at it through a telescope, you would see dinosaurs and the Earth 60 million years ago because of how long the light takes to strike the craft. That made me wonder if time travel is just a difference in the perception of light and your distance from the source.

  The light source that we have all come to know and love, the sun, takes eight whole seconds to travel from its source to its destination. That means all light is old light! There is no new light hitting the Earth, ever! I find that fascinating, as well as the fact that solar energy is used to create beautiful discharges in the sky such as the Aurora Borealis, or the Northern Lights.

  This is Ethan J Whitt, signing off, wishing all a wonderful evening.

Purple: A Tale of Remembrance

Purple: The Color of Honor

By Ethan J Whitt

 

When I first decided to start a blog I asked my Aunt Nicole; one of the craziest yet one of the most down to Earth people you could ever meet. So I think I'm going to kick things off the way she said I should, by talking about the color purple. 
   Have you ever realized how much the color purple seems to catch your attention? When you see it you know you see it; your brain shoots up a red flag saying "Holy cow! that's purple." In eighth grade I had an Art teacher; with whom I battled with almost daily. "Don't do this." , she'd say, and almost as second nature I defied her. Then one day we began discussion about the color wheel, she told my class that it wasn't actually purple; it was violet. This caused an uproar, almost primal in nature. My hand shot up and a twisted grin grew across my face. "So you get purple by mixing red and blue, right?", the class erupted with laughter as she explained again that the name of the color was violet.
   I may have given the color-crazed woman a hard time, but what do you expect, I was 14 and wanted the laughs, but looking back on it; it wasn't worth it. The distinction of purple as the royal color dates as far back as the eleventh century. Purple is also a color of courage and valor, as noted by the "Purple Heart", a medal given to only the truly courageous. Such honor is associated with the color, though only a few years ago I acted dishonorably because of it.
This is Ethan Whitt, signing off. Wishing all good fortune